Red Desert

#3 Poem (assignment:  must share title with a poem from Begging for It by Alex Dimitrov)

Chloe Lynn


Red Desert


Sometimes, on late summer afternoons

when the smoke is especially bad,

the sun becomes a sanguine orb presiding

over the vast red desert of the sky.

At such times, the world ceases

to belong to us, and we are interlopers

on a faraway planet, huddled anxiously

in our makeshift shelters, awaiting

the horrors that may creep out

from the dark and tangled forests

by night.

The End

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